The table was scattered with myriad hues of colours. The room was lit to notice even the slightest of imperfections. There she sat, looking at herself, decked up in a bejewelled dress. The tiara on her head made her look like a princess, differing from the treatment she gets. Her perfectly done eyes didn’t give away the fact that she had been crying herself to sleep every night. The red lipstick sat pretty on her pout, hiding the fresh cut on her lower lip.
There are people who cringe at other people. There are also people who cringe at situations. I am someone who has developed an irksome reaction to a material lately – the forbidden ‘P’ word – Plastic.
Have you ever focused on the importance of the dark side?
The beauty behind every bright vision comes after a trail of appalling circumstances, which typically marshal us on the dark side.
“When everything is right, something is not right”, says my dad. It was proven right to me, most of the times with the various curve balls life had thrown at me and eventually, it did to my brother. With the new and great experiences that my brother had with the dawn of his college life, he did face a rather demotivating incident.
Trembling, falling, I’m trying to walk,
With people around, whom I’m trying to stalk.
Dreaming my 4 a.m. fantasy while watching a movie, sitting in my hostel room and keeping up with what it had to offer me. Soon after the character focused on the word “Chaos”, my mind got lost in the magical work of thinking, ‘Is chaos the right word to define everything in our life?’ Then I realised Chaos is everywhere, it’s a part of the life we live.
Ever thought how this world will end? Okay don’t go that far. Ever thought how your day will end? Did you even think for once that right after reading this piece of writing, what will be your state of mind? We never know what future holds for us. We cannot predict how things will turn…
Human history is abundant with carvings and writings, in the deepest parts of the oldest caves and areas as open and popular as the Pyramids of Giza, which reflect people’s respect and adoration towards the Sun. Every morning the Sun rises, bringing warmth and prosperity, the security of life, saving all the species from cold and defeating all the forms of darkness. Our civilization, way back, understood that without the Sun, the crops won’t grow, the life as we know on the planet won’t be the same but only more devastating.
The wind was silently whispering. Its subtleness sounded as sweet as Chandor’s wife’s melodious voice. But she was yet to return from her mother’s house. The only mode which would ferry her across the Hooghly to Calcutta was stopped from operating – harsh, ferocious winds and persistent rain had already wiped away dwellings on the western banks of the great river. Cyclone and heavier rain was forecast. Boats and water carriers were snapped; boatmen feared they could never resume their duties and provide bread to their families.
There is unparalleled honesty in kids; the aura of innocence enveloping those young minds, makes them endear. They give us a whole new way to look at life.
Today we all have big cars; big networks; big money; big awards.
But how many of us remember our first bicycle? Our first friend? Our first letter which we wrote? Our first pocket money?
There is no harm in forgetting our ‘firsts’ while achieving our ‘lasts’ but it is just that when we start losing the value of SMALL, we eventually end up valuing our BIG as small. Again in search of big, we ignore small things. But why do we ignore them?
A magic wand is a piece of fiction that our mind conjures in its search for fulfilling all of its desires, but is it only a figment of our imagination ? or is there more to it ?